"And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city." – Isaiah 1:8
Too busy denying,
Too busy dissenting,
The truth that we know about God.
High time we stop lying
High time our repenting
For breaking the rule of his law.
With sins thick and thin,
Each day we begin,
With thoughts, words, and deeds of our own.
High time, Christ in Him
Confessing our sin,
Forgiven He welcomes us home.
The good and the bad,
His vision is straight,
Our holy dad,
Re-stamps our slate,
Renews our mind,
No condemnation,
Calling us out,
Changing our station.
We suffer rightfully befitting what is good.
He suffered wrongfully in our place He stood.
“Feast of Herod” Lucas Cranach the Elder, 1531
Herod as the acting judge,
Imprisoned there John’s talking head.
Away God’s say John would not budge.
Herodias desired John dead.
Herodias was Herod’s wife,
Herodias she held a grudge.
John had criticized their life.
Herod’s niece supplied the nudge.
Pleased him with her dancing so,
Prudent judgment Herod tossed,
Half his kingdom would let go,
By our speech we’re found and lost.
(inspired by Mark 6:14-29)
Gospel trimming
Faces lifted
Slimmest pickings
Christ re-gifted
Jesus shavings
Just his stubble
Stumbling blocks
Jesus rubble
Shouldering
Broad the path
Paves the way
To His wrath
“For I delivered unto you first of all that which I also received, how that Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures; And that he was buried, and that he rose again the third day according to the scriptures: And that he was seen of Cephas, then of the twelve: After that, he was seen of above five hundred brethren at once; of whom the greater part remain unto this present, but some are fallen asleep. After that, he was seen of James; then of all the apostles. And last of all he was seen of me also, as of one born out of due time.” – Paul’s first letter to the Corinthians 15:3-8
His specialty is tragedy.
He willed us to Himself.
He offered up His Son you see,
As there was no way else.
Proud within the public square,
Preach without the gospel there,
Criticize the church with care,
Adulterous your love affair.
Debunk the gospel as a drill.
The Jesus Christ of history.
His followers attempt to still,
Call them on conspiracy.
War with them against His will,
Along with the establishment.
Each believer just a shill,
Enemy of government.
Stir with rage, the heathen fill
With images of vanity,
Hoaxes from the rumor mill,
Steering the insanity,
Captivating all until,
Unleashed the next calamity.
Targets indirect instill
Christ and Christianity.
Psalm 2
“Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing? The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the LORD, and against his anointed, [saying,] Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us. He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: the Lord shall have them in derision. Then shall he speak unto them in his wrath, and vex them in his sore displeasure. Yet have I set my king upon my holy hill of Zion. I will declare the decree: the LORD hath said unto me, Thou [art]my Son; this day have I begotten thee. Ask of me, and I shall give [thee] the heathen [for] thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth [for] thy possession. Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel. Be wise now therefore, O ye kings: be instructed, ye judges of the earth. Serve the LORD with fear, and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish [from] the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed [are] all they that put their trust in him.”
Straightway the heavens opened.
Straightway the spirit came.
Straightway the dove descended.
Straightway it spread His fame.
Straightway the fever left her.
Straightway He read their thought.
Straightway disciples called them.
Straightway His own he taught.
Straightway the Spirit drove Him.
Straightway the crippled walked.
Straightway they gathered round Him.
Straightway His world He rocked.
(Inspired by the first chapter of Mark’s Gospel)
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